Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
MDC,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.